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I might
consider redoing my will. But back to Jennifer, who might get the bulk of my
estate. At least her coming will give me an excuse not to go to that art and
craft thing.”
    “Afraid not.”
    “Why not? I’d rather spend my time with Jennifer than
Bill.”
    “Cy, it looks like you’ll get to spend time with
both.”
    “You mean Jennifer’s got a booth, too? What’s she
selling?”
    “Time share.”
    “Time share to what?”
    “She’s going to share her time with you. The reason
she’s coming is that she and Thelma Lou want to go to the Hilldale Art &
Craft Fair.”
    “Well, I hope she doesn’t want to spend much time
there. I’d rather she spend it with me. Of course, maybe we can kill two birds
with one stone, drive the girls down, and stop and say ‘hi’ to Bill while she
and Thelma Lou do whatever women do at those things.”
    “I know one thing women like to do at those things. At
least two women.”
    “What’s that? Spend money? I don’t mind giving her
some money to buy her something.”
    “I’m afraid it’s your arm she wants, not your money.”
    “Maybe she wants an arm and a leg, which translates to
my money.”
    “I didn’t know you had any. All I know is she wants to
see this craft fair on your arm.”
    “You don’t think maybe she’d be interested in a quick
walk through and then off to park and smooch somewhere, do you?”
    “Cy, she’s a woman. So’s Thelma Lou. And you know what
happens when you have two women together, don’t you?”
    “Yeah, they have to go to the restroom.”
    “That, too. But what I meant was they shop a little
slower.”
    “So, we’ll just drop them off for an hour and stop
back by and pick them up, then go somewhere better.”
    “Do you actually believe that’s going to happen?”
    I had to admit I didn’t. When I hung up I planned to
Google the Hilldale Art & Craft Fair to see if there would be anything
there Lou and I would like. Lou and I spent another five minutes consoling each
other, and then I hung up.

 
    Chapter
Five
     
     
    Just as I was about to trot off to the computer to
Google our upcoming event, the phone rang again.
    “Dekker here.”
    “Cy, Darling, is that you?”
    “No, this is the answering service. Cy Darling will
not be available until after the Hilldale Art & Craft Fair is over.”
    “So, Lou spoiled my surprise. Are you saying you don’t
want to see me when I come in this weekend?”
    “Oh, I definitely want to see you, but I received the
worst news from my allergist the other day. It seems I’m allergic to tents.”
    “Nice try. And did this doctor, Dr. Lou, tell you that
you’ll be going to this wonderful festival on both Saturday and Sunday?”
    “Saturday and Sunday?”
    “So, I guess he didn’t get that far.”
    “No, you beeped in while he was still telling me. Why
would someone want to go both days?”
    “Cy, you still have that old-fashioned phone, so I
know you don’t have call-waiting, so I couldn’t have beeped in.”
    “You win, Miss Sharp. Maybe he wanted to spare me some
of my pain until I talked to you.”
    “So, you’re saying that time spent with me is pain?”
    “Only when I have to share you with a bunch of people
hawking their wares.”
    “There will be other weekends. Besides, with all those
fabulously-crafted bargains, it’ll be easy to miss something the first time
through. And I’m only going to be there this weekend, and the festival is just
this one weekend, anyway, so we might as well take advantage of it.”
    “Why don’t we let someone else take advantage of it?
Besides, wouldn’t you rather go to the drive-in with me?”
    “I guess Lou didn’t get that far, either.”
    “You mean the festival is open at night this year?”
    “No, I mean after we leave the arts and crafts fair
Saturday night the four of us are going to the drive-in. And remember,
Lou’s driving. That means we get the back seat.”
    “We need to get there early, say around three o’clock,
so